Saturday, 21 February 2009

Saturday

I am not very well.

As usual, I've been slow to admit it - if I was honest with myself, Wednesday wasn't brilliant and Thursday really wasn't too good at all - but yesterday morning I was feeling so unbelievably bad that even I couldn't kid myself that things were remotely ok.

Fortunately the NHS was absolutely there for me. At about 8:15 in the morning I rang the hospital ward where I had a procedure done a couple of weeks ago - looking at the symptom list on the discharge information that they gave me, you know the sort of thing - if you should develop symptoms x, y, or z, then call us! do not hang around and wait to see if it goes away! - and they told me to go straight to my GP. So I called the GP, and lo and behold, a 9am appointment was there waiting for me, and by 9:20 we were headed home with antibiotics and pain pills.

So the rest of Friday was something of a blur.

And I think I'm going to just carry on with all that, as appropriate, until I start to feel better, thankyou very much.